040300000000000 I was taken aback, I didn't realize the problem at all, and I realized it. I don't know when the heels of my feet are raised, and I walk on tiptoe. Realizing this, I hurriedly pressed my feet down, and suddenly the feeling of being hugged behind me disappeared. The hot air around his body was circulating, and the experience just now was like a dream.

Xie Ling covered his chest and stood up, his face was very ugly, he looked at me, but didn't say anything.

I was afraid that he would see something wrong, so I quickly walked up to my side and asked, "Are you okay?" "

Xie Ling slowly lifted his clothes, revealing his chest, on which was a person with a realistic and eerie face. This man can't tell the difference between man and woman. The facial features are full of dark shadows, especially the black holes of the two eyes, as if they have been gouged out by a knife. Only eye holes remain. It was as if he was staring at the people outside with his eyes open.

I shuddered all over my body. In a blink of an eye, the bell put down his clothes. He asked me to find a secluded place to stay first, not to make a noise or to move, and to listen to his command. He wants to make the Yin Spirit in his upper body restore what happened when Fan Xiong came.

He took the torn rice paper first, put it on the ground, and rolled a few rolls casually, and this paper should be useless after it is broken. He took out a miniature red lantern from his bag, and made a pair with the one that had been placed on the bed. The two red lights shine against each other, emitting a brilliant red light, making the whole bed stained with an ambiguous red.

These two lamps allow the bell to be placed at the head and foot of the bed on the left and right, and the red light burns faintly, making the wall behind the bed form a very strange stage effect. It was dark all around, except for an oval area in the middle, where a faint red glow floated. The light waves flow, like a red wave in the style of ink painting.

Xie Ling took off his shirt, sat shirtless, sat cross-legged on the ground against the wall, folded his hands on his legs, and began to chant mantras with his eyes closed. The incantation was fast and urgent, the voice was low, and the candle flame of the candle array trembled, as if an invisible wind was blowing.

At this moment, there was a strange scene, and I couldn't believe my eyes. The face on Xie Ling's chest suddenly opened his eyes.

The eyes of that face were originally shadows of black holes, and there were no eyes, and it was impossible to see whether the eyes were open or closed. To say that it opens its eyes, that's a feeling for me. But the feeling was so strong that the face suddenly widened its eyes and looked straight at the wall.

With the opening of the grimace's eyes, Xie Ling suddenly opened his eyes wide and yelled: "Luo Dao, get on the camera!" "

Yes? Is there anything else about me here? I was stunned: "What? "Years old.

Xie Ling's face was expressionless, he looked at the wall tightly, and said, "There is a mirror in the bag, you take it out, hold it in your arms, and stand against the wall." "

I quickly opened his bag, and there was a bunch of small things inside, and I rummaged through it and finally found a bronze mirror. The mirror is not large, it is made entirely of copper, and even the mirror surface is no exception. On the front, you can only see a vague figure, and on the back there are gorgeous patterns carved with gorgeous patterns, and there are many strange inscriptions engraved in ancient times, which I can't read. There is a long handle under the mirror that can be held in the hand.

I don't dare to hesitate, now this scene is solemn and treacherous, I can only honestly obey orders. I held the mirror handle, which was facing the wall. I looked down, it was okay not to look, and I was completely stunned when I saw it.

The reflectivity of the copper mirror was originally very poor, but at this time, it reflected something very clear. This is an antique bronze sword, the tip of the sword is downward, suspended in the air, and the yang carved texture around the body is simple and unpretentious. The most strange thing is that the background is black, and only this sword is clearly visible, slowly spinning.

I noticed one detail that was very uncomfortable. On the body of this sword, there were a few strands of black hair entangled, and the sword was originally yang and dignified, but suddenly wrapped around the woman's long hair, and suddenly revealed a sense of yin and evil.

"This is the sword of the girl who died in the dormitory." Xie Ling said slowly.

"Huh?!" I don't understand.

"This is the round light mirror method, which can shine all over the demons. By reflecting the reality of the demons, you can restore yesterday's time. Xie Ling said slowly. At first, I thought he was explaining, but the more I listened, the more wrong it became, and he spoke in a very slow pace, word by word, as if he was reciting a spell that could summon spells.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword disappeared from the mirror, and the mirror began to reflect the light of the red lantern and fell on the wall. If I could barely bear the gloomy atmosphere and the strange way of doing it, what I saw next made me feel a real creep.

On the wall, I saw a man. It is especially like a shadow puppet play, this person is like a black silhouette, reflected on the wall, slowly ascending the stairs. Although this person was pitch black, I immediately recognized it, this is Fan Xiong!

Fan Xiong's figure and movements are very distinctive, although she is a woman, she has a bear's waist on her back and walks like a bear.

Although Fan Xiong is a black shadow, her surroundings are clearly visible, as if the real film is being projected on the wall at this time. The staircase she went up was in disrepair and in tatters, and I almost screamed when I saw it, it was this dormitory building!

I couldn't take my eyes off it, Fan Xiong was holding an object in his hand, black and black, and I couldn't see clearly. She turned on her flashlight, stepped on the stairs, and was slowly ascending the stairs. After a while, I almost held my breath at the end of the stairs, and she was on the second floor of the building. Then she started to go up the stairs again, and it was the third floor where we were!

I was so scared that I couldn't breathe, and my legs seemed to be nailed into the ground and I couldn't move. Maybe it's a psychological illusion, I feel that the picture on the wall is a live broadcast, and it happened instantly. At this moment, Fan Xiong was really in this building, walking towards us. I subconsciously looked back at the closed door of my dorm room.

"Focus, don't move." Xie Ling said.

My head is full of cold sweat, by the way, there is also the bell, if I am alone, it would be strange if I was not scared to death. Fortunately, I didn't attack him just now, and I was secretly glad.

Fan Xiong on the wall had reached the third floor at this time, and the light of the flashlight flickered in the gap in the corridor. She walked up the stairs towards our dormitory. While staring at the "broadcast" on the wall, I looked sideways at the door of the dormitory, and the cold sweat was dripping down my body. At this moment, Fan Xiong walked to the door of the dormitory, and she gently reached out and pressed the handle.

My heart was beating to my throat, my whole body was stiff, my brain was buzzing, and I was afraid that the door would be opened at this time.

In the picture on the wall, the dormitory door opened, and Fan Xiong walked in. I glanced at the real door again, closed it well, and then I breathed a sigh of relief, and my whole body was sweating like pulp. This is what happened in different time and space, how can it be connected, I secretly comforted myself, don't think about it, scare yourself.

Fan Xiong walked into the dormitory, slowly came to the windowsill, and put the flashlight on the windowsill, the lamphead pointed at the interior of the dormitory. This flashlight seems to have been carefully prepared by her, and it is very bright, a bit like a wolf's eye. As soon as the light shone, the entire dormitory lit up. What's more strange is that every detail of the dormitory that appears on the wall is clearly visible, the dirty floor, the tattered bed, and the cobwebs on the wall, but Fan Xiong himself is black and mushy, and it is completely a silhouette. Even the instrument that Fan Xiong was holding was black, and he could only see a rough outline.

If I had to describe it, it was a bit like a gramophone, but it wasn't that big, with a boxy box in the middle and an antenna-like thing sticking out of it. She's holding this thing, walking around the bedroom, probing for something with an antenna.

Thinking of what Mr. Zheng said, it is easy to know what Fan Xiong is doing. It's the device she's made to find souls, and she's searching for ghosts in this dead dorm.

Not to mention that this thing is quite smart, Fan Xiong really found the bed that had died, she put the instrument on the ground, and then stood in front of the bed, standing still, as if looking at something. Her location, unbiased, is exactly where I am standing now, exactly the same!

The discovery frightened me so much that I took a few deep breaths, my hands shaking, and I could barely grasp the mirror.

She stood for a long time, not knowing what to think.

In the middle of the night, Fan Xiong took out something from his carry-on bag. At first, I couldn't see what it was, and then she made a move, and then I understood. It turned out that she was supposed to take out a mask, and she slowly put the mask on her face.

Fan Xiong, who is wearing a mask, moves his body very strangely, and his joints rise and fall, like a puppet pulled by a hanging thread.

I couldn't take my eyes off it, and I couldn't tell if she was dancing or if she was having epilepsy. Fan Xiong danced and danced for a while, and suddenly, without warning, she fell to the ground and rolled on the ground.

The picture on the wall was silent, and Fan Xiong seemed to be in great pain as if he had been burned by a fire. After a while, she stopped, slowly got up from the ground, removed the mask from her face, and put it in her bag. Then he slowly walked to the window sill, picked up the flashlight, and then held the instrument, moved to the door step by step, and pushed the door out.

From getting up to going out, she bent her waist and faltered during the whole process, as if she had aged dozens of years in an instant, she was simply an old woman. The posture and state are so strange that they can't be described.

As Fan Xiong left, the image on the wall slowly disappeared. I let out a long sigh of relief, my throat seemed to be muddy, and it took me a long time to speak: "What is she doing?" "

"I don't know." "I don't understand the whole process, and I don't understand it, but I know," he paused, "and she finally summoned the spirit." "